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Burton L. Carlson
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I am the rider who rides behind.
I am that rider.

I am the rider who eats your dust.
I am that a rider.

I am the rider who studies your mind.
I am that rider.

I am the rider who knows where you go.
I am that rider,

the rider that nobody knows.
I am that rider.

Aging, DeathSuzi PeelMarch 17, 2015
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